Quotes About Inn

Still bubbling thanks, the Tinker did not wait to wash his tears away, but ran straight out of the inn

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

A Holiday Inn restaurant with unshrouded windows! We sat by one, looking out at the tumbling tiny Virgin River while the Muzak doggedly chewed and swallowed Scatterbrain: "STILL it's CHAR ming CHAT ter SCAT ter BRAIN." During the meal Katharine talked about Barry: "We were at dinner once, in Los Angeles, and a girl came over to the table, one of his patients that he hadn't seen for

I asked out of an inappropriate curiosity born of the desire to start new rumours going around the inns.

And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. – Luke 2:7

They stopped briefly at an inn near the town of Altaussee, a tidy village tucked in the woods near a pristine alpine lake. Outside, trimly uniformed SS officers were offering their services to the liberators, who they were sure would soon be at war with the Soviets. No? Then the SS officers were happy to surrender, as long as they could keep their sidearms. They feared their own troops would shoot them in the back.

across Jefferson Square to sanctuary in the inn. Good god, he thought, what have I gotten

Yama placed his blade within his sash and withdrew a pipe, which he had purchased at the inn earlier in the day. He filled its bowl with tobacco, lit it, and smoked.

We worked over at that place The Plantation Inn with The Del Rios. It was really wild over there.

révolution aussi entière que si les huguenots en fussent venus faire une seconde Rochelle. Plusieurs bourgeois, voyant s'enfuir les femmes du côté de la Grande-Rue, entendant les enfants crier sur le seuil des portes, se hâtaient d'endosser la cuirasse et, appuyant leur contenance quelque peu incertaine d'un mousquet ou d'une pertuisane, se dirigeaient vers l'hôtellerie du Franc Meunier, devant laquelle s'empressait

A book of stories isn't a novel and can't have the simple narrative drive of a novel. I think it should still try to have a feeling of progression, of connectedness. It's like a road trip. You're staying in a different inn every night:

I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.

Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.

and a hundred savage painted Indians ran howling down upon the inn yard.

Japan is the most intoxicating place for me. In Kyoto, there's an inn called the Tawaraya which is quite extraordinary. The Japanese culture fascinates me: the food, the dress, the manners and the traditions. It's the travel experience that has moved me the most.

I brought pictures to the inn, to show you who I'd been, but I saw at once my mistake, the hurt in your eyes, and you said, It hurts that I wasn't with you.

As soon as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience oblivion of care, and a freedom from solicitude. There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.

But all the while, in the back of his mind, he carried around the memory of the eerie scene that had been played before his eyes in that dark back room in the Fitzwilliam Inn.

Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend; The World's an Inn, and Death the journey's end.

You have a light in you that's almost blinding. But in me there's only darkness. Sometimes I think it's like the darkness that infected you that night in the inn when you began to cry and to tremble. You were so helpless, so unprepared for it. I try to keep the darkness from you because I need your light. I need it desperately, but you don't need the darkness.

I couldn't bear delving into his soul without his knowing it. Yet I couldn't stop myself from sensing a vast secret terrain inside him, grimmer perhaps than I had ever dreamed, and his words came back to me that the darkness in him was like the darkness I'd seen at the inn, and that he tried to conceal it from me.

I depart from life as from an inn, and not as from my home. [Lat., Ex vita discedo, tanquam ex hospitio, non tanquam ex domo.]

True enough," Horace said. "Let's get on with it, Halt. I'm famished." "Are you ever not famished?" Halt asked, but Horace was already heading for the inn.

Let the world wag, and take mine ease in mine inn.